Date: Mon, 8 Jun 2015 13:33:27 -0400
From: D S
Subject: Robbie and His Dad, Part 3
Robbie and His Dad, Part 3
by Dionysian
"Well, let's get showered up and go get something to eat." Jim said,
yawning and stretching. "I don't know about you, but I am starving. We
have been fucking so much, we forgot to eat."
Robbie laughed through a contagious yawn and they pulled one another off
the couch and into a sweaty hug. Robbie raised an eyebrow and looked at
the damp couch cushions. "I think we may have to 'fabreeze' that before
mom gets home!"
"Its only Saturday... maybe we should wait until Sunday night, in case we
mess it up again.", Jim teased, planting a kiss on his sons lips and
squeezing his tight, round ass.
They smiled all through their shower - soaping each other up, rinsing,
repeating. Robbie especially liked his dad washing his hair and giving his
still hungry, but puffy asshole a thorough wash down. They toweled each
other off with love and agreed without even talking about it not to put on
deoderant. They both laughed when Jim grabbed Robbie's 'Ax body spray' out
of the cabinet, made a face and slammed it down into the garbage like it
was full of poison! Robbie didn't wear fake scents for the rest of his
life, using the salt stones under his arms when he needed to use something.
It was just a bit saltier to lick!
He discovered in his 20's that the women he dated preferred him just
slightly musky all the time too. Another great lesson from dad: women only
want to you to smell like flowers when they have claimed you and don't want
any one else to think you smell like a virile, sexy man.
They went to dinner at the local truck stop diner. It was the closest
thing to the house and they did not want to waste time. They decided that,
while they knew they would have to have 'the talk' about what all this
meant and how to handle it if they continued after mom got home, it could
wait until after the weekend. They decided to just ride this wave while
they had the time alone. Jim was especially interested in Robbie's past
sexual experience - which was predictably minimal. He was surprised to
learn that his son had already experimented with other boys a bit - not
that it surprised him that he did it (most boys do), but just that, as his
dad, he hadn't suspected yet.
Robbie told him that he had jacked off a few time with his buddies, but
they had only just started to jerk each other instead of just watching one
another. No sucking. No assplay. Robbie hadn't messed around with girls
yet, but he wanted to. Robbie didn't know if he was really straight, bi,
or gay yet and Jim assured him that he didn't have to know yet. It would
come with time and experimenting with everything was fine as long as
everyone consented and played safe was the right thing to do at
'almost-15'.
Jim shared with his son that he had fucked around with guys all the way
until he met his mom. He liked sex with men and women and was probably,
technically Bi, but decided to be monogamous when he got married... and had
stuck to that until his hot son's sweaty, musky man-hole was staring him in
the face! He leaned over and whispered that last part to Robbie as the
waitress approached the table. She saw Robbie's red, but smiling face, and
assumed they had been talking about her. She doubled as waitress and
fuck-for-hire at the truck stop and was used to her tits getting that kind
of reaction. She bent over extra low and gave the boy a tease of her deep
cleavage, just for kicks. Dad and son both grinned appreciatively at her
for the consideration.
When she was out of earshot and no one was in the booths beside them, Jim
asked his son what he wanted to try next, suggesting all manner of lewd and
nasty things two men could do for one another, teasing until Robbie
shuddered and pressed his hand hard into his boner... "Dad! Stop!', he
laughed. "I am so hard right now it feels like it is going to break off."
"Well, we will have to take care of that. Can't have you breaking that hot
cock off so early in life." He put cash with a hefty tip down and stood
up, ready to go. Robbie looked panicked. "Just pull your sweatshirt down
and walk behind me and stare at the fine ass you're gonna put that hard
cock in when we get home." He bent over to tie his shoe with his firm ass
right in his son's face, chuckling when he heard Robbie grunt. He was
having fun teasing his boy! Ha! And judging from the smile on Robbie's
face, he didn't mind at all.
It reminded him of his own teenaged years of stupid sexual innuendo jokes
and crotch grabbing silliness - boys discovering how to be boys together,
discovering how to grow to be men together - all through sexually charged
sparring and one-up-man-ship. HA! He remembered it well.
When they got home, they went right to the guestroom. Again, without even
having to talk about it, they both felt the need for 'neutral territory'
for the moment. Jim stopped to get the lube (no need for condoms right
now... they would have that talk later - before Robbie started to play
afield).
Jim got naked faster than Robbie and climbed up on the bed on all fours,
dropped his shoulders to the mattress, reached back to pull his fur lined
ass crack open wide, pulsing his hole, as Robbie stared gobsmacked and
drop-jawed.
"This what you want, son?" Jim growled. He was feeling raw and horny and
nasty. He was in the mood for man-fucking, hard fucking - and he could
think of nothing hotter than his son's hard cock spewing a load into his
dad hole. "You want to fuck your dad's hairy hole, boy? Huh? You want to
stretch daddy's sweaty asslips with your stud cock and pound a load into
me?"
Robbie didn't, couldn't say a word, but struggled with his clothes like
someone that had to piss so bad they couldn't stand still long enough to
work their zipper open. He shoved his pants and underwear down around his
ankles, not talking time to undo his shoes and step out of them. He
waddled frantically toward his dad's open, funky ass, moaning as Jim
plastered his dark hole hair down with lube, poking a finger to get some
inside. He pushed his ass back to meet his son's advancing cock.
"Ugh!Ugh!Ugh!" Robbie grunted as his cum plastered his dad's ass crack
before he even was able to touch head to hole. "Oh fuck, Dad! I can't help
it. I was hard all through dinner and rubbing in my pants and your hole is
the hottest thing I ever saw... and... UGH!" He shot another load right on
his dad's pulsing hole.
"Oh, fuck, yeah, son!" Jim growled and pushed his son load into his hole
with 2 fingers. Robbie yelped in surprise and joy when his dad grabbed his
hips and jammed his still rock hard cock through the dripping load and deep
in that warm, wet hole. He started fucking like a stud, on instinct. "Oh,
yeah, son. Fuck your cum right into your dad's ass. I fucking love your
load in me. My fucking son's stud load pushed deep in my hole."
Every word of praise was a lightening strike of confidence to his pumping
ass and he pounded harder and harder into his dad's slippery hole, until he
was raining sweat down on his dad's back. He was nearly whimpering with
the new sensations of warm, wet, cushioning flesh wrapped around his
sensitive, 7" teen cock. The litany of his dad's of piggy praise and
urging, the slap of his hips into the cum soaked ass cheeks, his balls
swinging into his dad's with each deep stroke... it was suddenly like
diving off a cliff and feeling like he was flying. He collapsed on his
dad's sweaty back, sliding back and forth and his hips jack hammered
another load into the sweet, sweet, hairy fuck hole.
Even as he panted and tried to see through the fuck fog, he felt his dad
move under him. He moaned his loss when his cock slipped from the furnace
- dripping cum and jumping when the cool air of the room swept across his
sweaty balls. Suddenly, his dad was on his back below him. His dad's
heels dug into his ass cheeks and pushed his still hard, cum smeared,
twitching cock balls-deep into that magickal home, his cock's new home.
"Ah! Dad. Stop!" Robbie gasped. Tremors shook his body and he buried his
face in his dad's neck. "So sensitive. Too sensitive..."
"I know, baby. Just rest there for a minute." He wrapped his arms around
his boy and pulled him tighter to his chest, kissing the side of his face,
breathing the sweaty fuck of his son. "Let dad do the work for a minute."
He smoothed the sweat slicked back of his son from crown to asshole, from
ass crack to nape of neck, urging his boy to lie in the cradle of his
thighs, the sheath of his hole, and across his chest, listening to the
slowing pants. He flexed his ass muscles to squeeze his son's still rock
hard shaft.
"Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh. Oh, fuck, dad."
He squeezed gently again, as Robbie kicked at his shoes and managed to get
his pants from around his feet. He squeezed his boy's cock over and over,
concentrating on pulling his son's cum deeper and deeper into him, keeping
a piece of his boy in him. No matter how far away he might go in the
coming years, his son would still be inside him. This moment bonded them
together in a new way. His essence was in his son. His son's essence was
inside him. They had exchanged one another's cum and spit and sweat - an
exchange of maleness between dad and son that felt like a mystery teaching
to them, a spiritual event.
Jim felt his son's hips begin to thrust again. A bath of cum and ass juice
will not allow a still hard cock to stay still for long. HA! He began to
push back in time to the jerky, reflex humps until they lengthened and his
son took control of his hips again. Robbie rose up to look into his dad's
eyes. He fucked harder. More determined. More deliberate. His face was
at once one of wonder at all the new and amazing sensations and one that
showed a glimpse of his future, adult, stud fucking face.
Robbie built up to jackhammer his dad's squelching hole, fully intent on
rubbing his cum deep into the sidewalls of his dad's hole. Fully intent on
making sure his cum stayed a part of his dad. His mind reveled in every
detail.
I am fucking my dad. My dad wants my cock, wants my cum. My dad thinks I
am a stud, will grow into a bigger stud. My dad is moaning with pleasure.
Pleasure I am giving him by fucking his asshole like a man. My dad's eyes
filled with love and respect, opening his mouth to catch the sweat falling
from my chin. My dad rubbing his hands threw my funky, man-stinking pits
and smearing them over his face. My dad drawing the MAN up in me, urging
that man to fuck like a boss.
Robbie grunted and gasped and rutted as he tried to work the third cum from
his beautifully aching balls. Driving his hips to bottom out in his dad's
surrendering hole. Listening each time, trying to make a louder
slap-squish noise each time his hips smashed and flattened out the round
firmness of that ass, trying each time his nuts slammed home on his dad's
tailbone to have it hurt a little bit better.
"OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!" He screamed and unleashed a flood of teen-man
cum up his dad's grasping fuck hole. He kept fucking, driving each gush
deeper.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" his dad cried out, as his untouched cock
jetted cum up his son's chest to drip down on his.
They collapsed on one another, over and into one another - gasping,
licking, kissing - smearing dad-load between them.
"Holy fucking hell, son. That was one fucking good stud fuck! Damn!
Making me proud! Proud! Proud!"
"Dad, that felt sooo fucking good! I want to do it 5 times a day! Did you
like it dad? Can we do it again? Oh fuck. Oh fuck," machine-gunning the
words in gasps.
"Dude of mine! Robbie, I hope we will be fucking each other a lot! My
hole feels truly fucked by a stud. God! I love the feel of all your cum in
me!"
Robbie breamed at his dad, basking in the praise of the man he loved most
in life. Feeling it sink in. Knowing one day (not yet) he would not need
it as much, but that he would always cherish it nonetheless. This was a
way that dad's helped son's become men. This affirmation. This praise for
pleasure. This urging to take control when necessary. This push to
confidence. This merging, cross-seeding of father and son through love.
Maybe not every dad and son would share it through sex, but it was a way
and he felt blessed.
As he softened and began to withdraw from his dad's hole, he felt the legs
and arms around him tighten.
"Don't you dare leave me right now, son," Jim chuckled. "My hole is not
ready to be lonely just yet. I like your cock filling me up as much as I
like my cock filling you up!"
Robbie's heart filled even as he squirmed to get out of his dad's strong
grip.
"Dad..." Robbie's voice quivered with tension. "I gotta piss like a fucking
race horse and I can't hold it much longer."
Jim just held him tighter and kissed his son, "Just relax. I want that
too..." He felt the surprise...and then the tension - and the control -
leave his son's body. Warmth of every kind filled him and he sighed
contently.